that makes you absolutely sure that you know what we think. But we don’t think alike at all. With you, everything is hierarchy. You’re in charge, and you need everybody else to salute and shut up. Maybe that works where you’re from, but not here. If you’re going to take over, you’d better get that through your head.”
“Discipline is the essence of civilization, Inspector. It’s the only way people know their place.”
“Keep butting your head against that wall if you want.”
“You don’t like discipline? What about fear? That works almost as well, though apparently it breaks down after a while.”
“Use whatever you think works. Don’t blame me when it doesn’t.”
Kim’s fist came down on the desk; several pencils jumped but landed again, I noticed, without his say-so. “I understand what I need to understand, Inspector. Nuances don’t interest me. And you damn well better be clear on that.”
It was a perfect moment to sit back in my chair and look relaxed. There was nothing to say. Whatever was going to happen was grinding its way along. I wasn’t going to bet against Kim, but I wasn’t going to help him, either.
2
At that moment, the radio in the office came alive. A flood of calls tumbled in all at once, they overwhelmed the system, and it fell silent. The last brief call made clear what had happened: “Gunfire… casualties…” Then the transmission stopped.
Kim was white-faced. He paced into the hallway, and when he stepped back into the room he slammed the door. “Now they’ve gone too far,” he said. He picked up the phone. “Did you monitor that? I don’t want to see it on the TV, I don’t want to hear it on the radio news, and I don’t want anything about this to get to Seoul. Not a word, not a whisper. I will personally beat to a pulp any son of a bitch who leaks this.” He paused, listening. “Pull a team together and get to the scene. I don’t care about the goddamned roads, you hear me? You find who did this and bring them in. If we don’t make an example of them, it’s all over.” He hung up and turned to me. “You have any ideas? Because if you do, I want to hear them. This was no bunch of old women pushing cops around at the market. These were your colleagues that were butchered. It was a Ministry of People’s Security patrol, not a squad of goons. Just police, and now their brains are all over the street.” He sat down behind the desk and broke a pencil.
“All we know is that the transmission cut off. I wouldn’t jump to conclusions.”
“You heard the reference to casualties, same as I did. Don’t forget, you’re the one who told me to go look at the mountains in Chagang. That’s where this happened; that’s where that patrol was assigned. Did you know it was in the works, Inspector? Have you heard whisperings on the wind that blows through this barren, pathetic Soprano state of yours? If you know something, you’d better tell me, because I promise you, this is going to stop, right now.” He tightened his lips; that seemed to calm him. “If something like this happened before, how would your leadership have responded?”
“My leadership? I left five years ago, Major, and you know it. I’m not privy to their thinking, past or present. Ask them yourself.”
“That’s exactly what I intend to do. Why don’t you come along? I’m sure they’ll be interested in what you have to say.”
“Me?” I wasn’t about to get myself into those airless rooms trailing behind Major Kim. “No, thank you. Anyway, it won’t do your case any good having me in tow. I’ll diminish your stature. They were never crazy about me.”
“I thought they liked your grandfather.”
“They made him a Hero of the Revolution, but I am nobody. That was my goal in life, and I achieved it.”
“I’ve decided to shorten your leash, Inspector. For the past few weeks, I’ve given you a lot of room to roam. I thought it would help you adjust to what is happening. I even entrusted you with a sensitive assignment as a way of our building confidence. It was an experiment. It had to be tried, but as of now, this minute, it’s over. We’re switching to something completely different, an approach advertised to be effective in breaking wild horses. Maybe it will work in your case, too. For the next week, two weeks, as long as I can spare the manpower, someone is going to be with you every second. If you move, they move. Go right, they’ll be next to you. Go left, they’ll be there waiting. I’m telling you this so you won’t be tempted to do something stupid.” Kim stood up and went to the door. A man appeared, the thin man. He stared at Kim, then turned his gaze on me.
“I thought you said you didn’t know who he was.”
“Since when do I owe you the truth?” Kim indicated the man should stand next to my chair. “This is your new friend,” Kim said to me. “You and he will be inseparable. He’s one of mine, but he knows this place pretty well.”
I nodded at my new friend.
“You’re plotting again, Inspector. Don’t.” Kim turned to the thin man. “Your instructions are bare-bones simple. Do not let him out of your sight. Not for a second. No excuses.” He seemed to weigh what to say next. “None.”
3
Once Kim left, the thin man took a seat across from me. That’s when, out of the blue, it came to me.
“I’ve figured it out,” I said. “People who stare are special. That’s how my grandfather put it-special. He said if someone gave you a Baltic stare, it meant you would have good luck for a year. That was the term he used-‘Baltic stare.’ He didn’t know why it was called that, but he had heard it when he was in Russia, and the name stuck. How about it? Let’s have a real Baltic stare. I need some luck.”
No response, an empty lighthouse on a windswept coast. Well, I thought with some disappointment, might as well pick at the scab you have rather than the one you hoped to find. “Ever been to Estonia?”
He didn’t react to that, either, and I wondered if we were going to have trouble communicating. As I was drawing a breath to repeat the question, he said evenly, “Why don’t you just shut up? I’m not supposed to let you out of my sight, but that doesn’t mean I have to listen.”
“Right,” I said. I closed my eyes for a minute or two. “What’s a Soprano state? Kim used the term. You know what he meant?”
“Fuck off.”
We lapsed into more silence. “How about Latvia?” I asked at last. “I was in Riga once. Talk about fog! I couldn’t see my hand in front of my face.” I held my hand up and opened my eyes. “No wonder people look like they’re staring into nothing. The fog can do funny things with sound, too. Did you notice? It muffles everything. Even the train was delayed; they couldn’t find the tracks. I was glad to leave, no offense.”
“I’m not Latvian.” The man glared at me. “Do I look Latvian to you? What the hell do I care if a Latvian train was delayed?”
“Well, Kim said you were one of his. But he uses that phrase so much it starts to lose any real content. Besides, there are still Koreans in Latvia; did you know that? Or there were a few years ago. Most likely Stalin put them there. He shuffled Koreans around a lot, like cards in a crazy deck. I’d guess they made their way back to the motherland by now. Did you come with them? It must have been an emotional moment, uniting again with the nation, women weeping, flags flying, and so forth. I guess they gave you some sort of welcome home money, compensation, pocket change so you could get around. Or am I wrong?”
As I spoke, the thin man was transformed before my eyes into a block of granite. How he
